The Ultimate Erotic Short Story Collection 57: 11 Erotica Books

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Love and the Online Scam by Rebecca Milton

Inside the Artist's Studio by Kimberly Bray

Taking Him into Your Own Hands by Jean Mathis

Police Officer Gets Lucky by Kathleen Tate

Working It Out by Vivian Hicks

Opening Up by Colleen Poole

Not Your Typical Sales Job by Inez Eaton

Late Night Mistress by Pearl Whitaker

A Promise Twelve Years in the Making by Nora Pruitt

Kate’s Iron Man by Blanche Wheeler

Maid in Heaven by Odette Haynes

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Warning: These stories are intended for adult readers 18 years of age or older. They contain explicit language and graphic sexual content.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AmorBooks.com
• Release date: Jan 5, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005829315

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Table of Contents

Love and the Online Scam

Inside the Artist's Studio

Taking Him into Your Own Hands

Police Officer Gets Lucky

Working It Out

Opening Up

Not Your Typical Sales Job

Late Night Mistress

A Promise Twelve Years in the Making

Kate’s Iron Man

Maid in Heaven

Love and the Online Scam

by

Rebecca Milton

I don’t online date. I have nothing against it. I don’t think ill of people who do. I have seen the success stories and I understand that, in today’s world, we need to change the way we meet and interact. So much of life, work, socialization, takes place online so, it’s only natural that dating, courting and the age old dances of love, would start to be conducted online. Makes perfect sense to me.

However, I wonder about couples who meet online and then, feel the need to lie about where they met. Like they concoct a story full of detail and secondary characters, imaginary friends, erroneous events to cover the fact. The fact being that, both of them were sitting in their apartments, drinking wine or beer or bourbon, scrolling through the thousands of pictures and profiles, going through their check lists; too fat, too thin, too ugly, too religious, doesn’t like baseball, hates chick flicks, when they both alighted on the other and started a talk. Why is that something to hide? Why is that less appealing, less socially acceptable than saying, we met at this bar on ladies night and I was so wasted we started making out in the women’s room and, guess what, he actually called me the next day. Online dating is out there. There are hundreds of sites. People do it all the time. Seriously though, it’s become like masturbation, we all do it, we all know we do it, there is a million dollar industry built on the fact that we do and yet, people are very reluctant to admit it, talk about, share it. I don’t understand. Then again, I like things when they are up front, black and white. I hate hidden agenda, subtext, double meanings, all that bullshit. Say what you mean, mean what you say.

I get that from my mother. She was the same way. When she first started dating my father, he was playing the game that guys do, you know, the sure I’ll call you, sure we can go out... some time, that sort of nightmare. Now, my mother had options, she was gorgeous, I lucked out and got her looks, her figure, along with her no nonsense approach to life, men and dating. I will be eternally grateful to mom for that. So, my father was playing his guy game, thinking mom would be sitting at home on a Saturday night, knitting a toilet paper cozy and waiting for him to call. Not so much. Mom was out on that Saturday night when my father had given her the maybe, I’ll swing by, on a date with another guy, when he saw her. As she tells it, he walked up to the table and asked her what she was doing. She said, Currently, I am eating kung pao chicken. He didn’t laugh. So, then, as mom tells it, he asked what she was doing with this guy and she said, he asked me out, made a date, showed up and took me out and, if he is polite, he may get to second base tonight. Well, my father flipped out, confessed that he was in love with her, said he was insanely jealous of the guy she was with and wanted her to date no one but him. She told him she appreciated his honesty and would like to go on a date with him as soon as he asked but, that now, she was on a date with this fine young man. And, true to her word, she let him get to second base that night. The following night, however, my father called, asked for a date and there were never any games again. Up front. Say what you mean, mean what you say.

Thanks mom.

What does this have to do with online dating? Simple, it is, for the most part, in my experience, a bastion of lies, deceit, shams, scams and married men with bad hair pieces trying to pass for twelve years younger than they are. It is a field day for women who seek lost souls, sad sack men who are rich, stupid and fearing that they will die alone. Which we all do anyway, but, these guys figure that, if they can find love, all will be well. Makes them easy targets for smart, grifter, girls who claim they are trapped somewhere and promise love and hot sex if the guy will just send... name your price... to her, at this address and she will be on the next plane to their crotch.

Men getting scammed by women for money. Women getting scammed by men for sex. Going on the date and hearing the excuse of; the pictures were taken a few years ago but I still look the same, I think. When, in reality, the pictures are a perfect representation of the person some twenty years ago. Lies and deceits all because someone wants, desires, desperately needs to be loved. To be seen. Someone needs human contact and they go about finding that contact in the least human way of all... online.

Perhaps that is why it is often hidden, spoken of in shameful tones. Because, people know. They know that if you found the love of your life on a dating site, surely you had to wade, hip deep, through the nightmares, the lies, the hope dashing dates. So, no one wants to say; This is my husband, Jim, we met on a dating site, because it also implies that, at one point, you had to say to a friend, so, my date last night was fifteen years and three hundred pounds removed from his online picture.

Not up front, not black and white, certainly not void of games. Mamma wouldn’t like it one bit.

That kind of thing is happening all the time. I know it. How do I know? Because it is what I do for a living. I mean, of course, fraud investigation for the FBI. Yup, when the word went cyber, so did we. Trolling web sites for pedophiles and insurance scams, property cons, the works. I’m new to the bureau so I was assigned to the low level scams... dating sites where, mostly men, are getting taken for money.

The usual;

So, we were getting along great, she really liked me, you know, for me, I could tell, some poor sap who just lost a chunk of change to an online scam, she really did, I could tell.

I am sure she did, sir, me, trying to keep from climbing through the phone and slapping his stupid face.

Most times, there is really nothing I can do. These sites have warnings that they post intermittently so that, when some guy gets taken for his nest egg, notice that I said when and not if, they are covered and they cannot be hunted down by lawyers for liability. It’s all there in writing. The thing is, if a guy isn’t going to take a minute to read the directions on how to set the time on his DVR player, why would he read the fine print on a dating site when his head is full of hook ups, romance and, maybe, the future Mrs. Sap. Basically, these guys are helpless. Yet, I do what I can, because, believe it or not, I have a soft heart.

Now and then, we can catch someone. If they have pulled the scam enough, used the same M.O., are stupid enough to leave a trail and I have the time to put in the hours. When all the right elements line up, I have nailed a couple dozen of these... women. Thing is, most times, they aren’t women. Or, actually, they aren’t one women. They are a group of men and women posing as one woman, trolling the dating sites, with a set story and an English phrase book that covers just the basics, just enough to get a lonely, desperate, guy interested. The story usually involves being stranded somewhere far off, family dead, debts to pay, need for a certain sum of money. This is sprung on the poor guy after they have chatted for a while and the woman has exhausted her phrase book. After she has used; handsome, true love, sexy and the confession that she loves sex and loves sex best with; a bald man, fat man, older man, thin man, fire man... whomever is on the hook, the plea for money and the promise of eternal sexual bliss is dropped on the poor guy. If he is desperate enough, sad enough, lonely enough... just flat out stupid enough, he makes arrangements, sends the money and waits for his true love to show up at his door. Meanwhile, his DVR clock blinks 12:00 endlessly.

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Can you help a friend of mine, Meredith asked me one afternoon over coffee.

Depends, I said, do you mean help like make parking tickets vanish or... have someone killed?

Somewhere in between, she said and I was intrigued.

As it turned out, her friend was a guy who had been scammed on a dating site. I agreed to meet with him, outside of the office and see what I could do. From all my complaining and stories of poor saps, Meredith knew that, most likely, there was nothing I could do for this guy. She was a friend, so I said I would take a look.

I met Nathan that Saturday afternoon at the same coffee shop where Meredith had asked me for the favor. My first thought was, this has to be a joke. Nathan was, without exaggeration, stunning. He was about six three, obviously took care of himself, had a face like a model, crystal blue eyes and a perfect, clear, white smile. Why was this guy on a dating site? Perhaps, I thought, as I sat and tried to steady myself, he has a terrible personality. Perhaps he was a complete jackass or, more likely, he was just flat out stupid. A pretty face, a killer body and the brain of an almond mocha latte.

Nope.

As we sat and I asked questions to get a feel for who he was and how he could have been scammed, he proved himself to be extremely funny, inquisitive, kind and brilliant. I couldn’t figure it out. So, I decided just to ask.

Okay, I said, I don’t get it. What the hell are you doing on a dating site?

Looking for romance, he said simply, and by romance, I mean an actual, honest, simple, real relationship. I am not using romance as euphemism for sex. I had no idea how to respond. I just stared at him and he smiled. I took a deep breath, trying to appear professional when, in reality, every part of me wanted to just say, I’m your girl, take me home and do with me what you will.

I didn’t.

Nathan, I said, I’m a little confused here. If I may be frank... You’re kind of...well, incredible. You’re beautiful, funny, smart... What is a guy like you doing on a dating site?

What everyone else is doing on a dating site, he said and that made sense, but sitting there, looking at this man, I couldn’t seem to make sense of the sense he was making. If that makes any sense.

But, Nathan, you’re, I said and lacked the words to continue so I just gestured at him vaguely. He chuckled.

Look, he said, I get what you’re saying but you don’t understand. I am a good looking guy and, I believe, I have a lot to offer a woman. The thing is, it’s not that easy. I don’t know where to meet women. I do not want to date someone at the office, that gets messy. If I go to a bar, I have been, like most men, conditioned to... keep to myself. I am very aware of the culture of misogyny. I don’t want to tread where I am not wanted and I don’t want to impose or... offend, even unconsciously. So, I have become incapable of approaching a woman in any of the regular, acceptable manners. Online, it’s easier, simpler. I can send an email to a woman and we can talk, neutral, for a while before we meet.

Again, it made sense but for some reason, I couldn’t fully wrap my mind around it. Maybe I wasn’t allowing myself to wrap my mind around it.

I know what you’re thinking, he said and he did, you’re thinking that a certain... let’s say... class of people use dating sites. They are lonely or incapable of getting a date. That’s a cultural stereotype and a prejudice that, frankly, is just not true. I admitted that he did, indeed, know what I was thinking. He explained the benefits of dating sites for busy working women who get pigeon holed when they walk into a bar or party because of the woman in man’s world ideology. I understood that. He explained how pleasant, easy it was to chat online, send emails and not be caught up in the pressure of the games that are played, the cultural pressures. Dating online is just much easier. It simply lacks a great deal of the pressure that has been heaped on dating for a long, long time. For women and men. Again, it made sense but...

Seriously, Nathan, the way you look, the way you... are... you could have women dripping off of you. He smiled and leaned across the table.

I don’t want women dripping off me, he said and I could see in his eyes, his beautiful, soft, crystal blue, eyes that he was serious, I want one woman who’s not going to drip off, walk away or... take me for all my money. With that, the reason for our meeting came crashing down.

Right, I said, pulling myself together, you got scammed.

I did indeed, he said, a little embarrassed, but owning up to it.

Now, I am sure Meredith told you, most times, there is really nothing I can do about this. The dating sites cover their asses pretty well and, the scammers, they’re usually good at this. He nodded, understood and listened. I will do what I can but... no promises. So, tell me what happened...

He was smart. He had seen the warnings and, he had been fished before. He had recognized when a woman was trying to move a game on him. He saw the signs, never even once thought of sending money, he really wasn’t stupid.

So why this woman, I asked after listening to his story.

I don’t know, gut reaction was that she was on the level. She didn’t ask for a lot of money, we wanted to meet at a central point to us both and... her car had broken down, she had been laid off. I offered to help her with repairs, she said no. We didn’t meet, kept chatting, I really wanted to meet her... the talk was... I don’t know... He trailed off.

Tell me, Nathan, I said, getting too wrapped up, feeling butterflies in my tummy, then turning as professional as I could, anything you can share may help.

The talk wasn’t like the other times, we didn’t talk sex at all. We talked easily about everything. She was intelligent, she was compelling. I asked her to meet me again, said I’d send plane tickets, she said no, didn’t want charity. More talk and then... He shook his head and stared at his hands.

And then, I prompted. He looked at me and I could see the shame and the hurt.

And then, I sent her the money to buy a car, he said and shrugged, he had said it, he had owned up to it and it was a relief.

A car?

A car.

Well, that’s extremely generous, I said, and, at the same time, incredibly stupid. He accepted that, I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be so harsh, but a car? He acknowledged his stupidity. When did this happen, I asked and he gave me the timeline, the method of sending the cash, the whole thing. After he was done, I could see he was defeated. I figured he was done.

Look, I’ll be honest with you, I don’t care about the money, yes, it is a kind of a lot of money, but I have a lot of money, I’m not going to starve or be evicted, you know. I’m fine in that area. Where I am not fine is... why? Why did this happen, why did she do this, why?

Because you were nice. Sounds cold, but that’s usually the case. It sank in and I could tell it didn’t help. What’s the name of this site, Nathan, I will see if I can work anything up off of it. He told me, we shook hands and said good-bye. I sat in my car, still awash with how incredible he was. Sexy, smart and yet... the sadness at being taken. Not, as he said, about the money, but the fact that some woman had played with his heart that way.

That evening, I poured a glass of wine and got on the dating site. I found Nathan’s profile. He presented himself very honestly. The man I had coffee with earlier that day was the man in the profile. No lies, no games, upfront, black and white. Momma would have liked this guy. I looked for the woman he had been chatting with and, not surprisingly, her profile had been taken down. I spent some time looking at men and women, surprised by what I was finding. There were the expected pictures of heavy women in loud sweaters with lots of cats. Guys with